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"Hello." Wen Zixian's cold and emotionless voice came from the phone.

Wenrou herself is not an enthusiastic and warm person, so she has no discomfort with this voice: "Mr. Wen, do you have any bosses in the infrastructure business there? Are you interested in investing in Xuya for construction?"

There was an obvious excitement on the other side: "Wenrou?! Where have you gone?" Wen Zixian's voice was almost hysterical, and even slightly changed.

"Why are you yelling? I don't owe you money!" Wenrou rubbed her ears, very dissatisfied with this guy's yelling.

"Where did you say you were?"

"Xu Ya."

"What are you doing there?"

"According to Chinese law, I have personal freedom. Do you care where I am?"

"No, I don't want to quarrel with you now. Where is the letter my mother gave me?" Wen Zixian asked eagerly.

"Didn't you throw it into the trash can?"

"I know, I know, I was wrong at that time. Can you return the letter you picked up from the trash can to me?" Wen Zixian's tone was eager and expectant.

Wenrou pulled the backpack next to her, opened it and looked for the letter from Wen Zixian's mother, but she couldn't find it.

Douzi's voice sounded: "Rourou, that kind of letter will not stay in the world. When the task is completed, it will disappear."

Wenrou stopped rummaging and said to the phone, "It's lost."

"How could you lose it? That was a letter my mother gave me. She must have paid a high price... You know, my memory of this period is disappearing quickly. I try hard not to forget it, but about The content of my mother's letters will still become blurry, and even if I write the content down, it will not remind me of the memories. I feel that my memory is being modified, and I will soon forget that my mother wrote to me from another world. Find People help me at this time. Please tell me, what price did my mother pay for you to help me? How is my mother in that world? How is she doing? "

Wenrou was silent. What is the most terrifying thing in the world? It’s not what happened, but the memory about what happened is modified.

Li Ziming's memory has been completely modified, and he no longer remembers his wife's concern and reluctance in the letter from another world.

Wen Zixian's memory is being modified, and the rules of time and space will be constantly revised to fill all the loopholes.

"I'm just a little courier, only responsible for delivering letters. I know nothing about the world over there and can't do anything about it." Wenrou was helpless.

"Am I going to be like Li Ziming and completely forget everything my mother has done for me?" Wen Zixian's voice was depressed and sad.

"..." Wenrou didn't know how to answer.

Wen Zixian gave himself the answer: "In the face of the rules of time and space, my memory is too small. If you have the opportunity to communicate with that world, can you help me ask for news about my mother and how she is doing?"

Wen Judao: "I can ask for you if I have the chance, but when I speak, will you believe it?"

Wen Zixian was silent for a long time. Yes, when Wenrou showed him his mother's letter for the first time, he didn't believe it either. He even regarded her as a liar and threw his mother's letter in the trash can.

Wen Zixian's endless frustration turned into silence, a long silence.

The most anxious person was Hassan. International long distance calls were very expensive and his phone bill was about to run out.

"Sister, is that okay? Can your friends over there come to invest in Xu Ya?" Wenrou glanced at Hassan and said to the phone: "Okay, you should be very clear about what your mother hopes most, no matter you She will be happy if you remember what she did for you.”

"Yeah!" Wen Zixian nodded vigorously, a sobbing voice came from the phone, and there was snot on his nose.

"Well, I still have something to do with Xu Ya. I met a friend here named Hassan. He wants to cooperate with a company in China. If you have any business to do with this company, or if you have a friend who wants to do it, If you want to do business with us, you can contact us at this phone number."

"Okay." Wen Zixian agreed, "If you return to China, tell me and I will go find you."

What are you looking for? Do you want me to help you two get married? Our people in the north are not allowed to follow the same rules as yours, but I am not willing to pay the same amount as yours. "Okay, let's talk about it when I get back." Besides, it's not until the end of the year that this task is completed.

Wenrou hung up the phone and returned the phone to Hassan: "I contacted a friend with the same number just now. Remember it. He is doing business in the Magic City of China. If possible, you can cooperate."

Hassan took the phone respectfully: "Thank you, thank you very much."

At night, Wenrou and the other two lived upstairs, while Hassan lived downstairs.

One night, I heard that many people came to visit Hassan, and some wanted to do business with him. I heard that he spent all his money on goods and returned home disappointed after being robbed by pirates.

Some invited him to join certain organizations, some asked him to raise funds...

This country is not big, but there are many forces. Each force is seeking their own interests. No one thinks about the future of this country, and no one cares about the lives of civilians.

At this time, Wenrou suddenly thanked Grandpa Mao very much.

When he stood at the head of Orange Island and watched the Xiangjiang River go north, although he was a young man with a strong ambition, he still had the world in his heart.

Without his guidance, turning the tide, and turning the wheel of China's history, China's complicated forces would probably lead a more difficult life for the people.

Thank you, Grandpa Mao, for our Confucian culture that cares about the country and its people, and for our Taoist culture that is chivalrous and righteous. This cultural gene engraved in the bones of our nation will always allow us to give birth to great figures at critical moments, turn things around and save danger.

Early the next morning, Wenrou and the three of them were going north to find a good time.

Hassan was very reluctant to leave, and he was also reluctant to leave in his heart. After all, these three people were not ordinary people.

But he really didn't dare to go to the northern conflict zone where the opposition kept recruiting people and grabbing territory.

Qin Qingtian hired a car and drove the three of them to the northern region. On the way, they encountered refugees, troops, blown-up bridges and roads, and dilapidated villages...

Fortunately, the driver was found by Hassan. He was very familiar with the road conditions and drove to the north with almost no pause.

In the evening, the driver parked the car in a small town and said: "This is the town of Kela, and further north is the area controlled by the opposition. I dare not go there. You can rest in the town for one night, and you can go there by yourself tomorrow."

They then stayed together in a hotel in the town.

The first floor of the small hotel is a bar where many soldiers drink and have fun.

The two oriental faces of Wen Rou and Qin Qingtian, together with the beautiful fish-man princess, immediately attracted the attention of the entire small bar.